During Lumen's conversations with Ellywick,, he has found her to be a fairly good natured gnome. She seems to find the joy and intrigue in just about anything that has to do with nature and the outdoors, and she had little to say about any of the people in Melton. She's obviously not too fond of goblins, but her general attitude towards other, unfamiliar creatures seems to reflect an air of safety instead of fear.
Chrys lags behind near the rear of the group on purpose, so she can quietly open the flap of the saddlebag. She motions for Krackle to come out, putting her finger to her lips and beckons him to climb up and sit on her shoulder. She figures if Ellywick is going to have any kind of averse reaction to the newest kobold addition to her party, she'll have to have a reaction to the paladin willingly carrying him as well.
As the saddlebag is opened, Krackle would wince in pain he quickly moves to protect his eyes from the bright light. Breathing deeply as the fresh air hits his face, his eyes would slowly focus on Chrys. Seeing instructing him to stay quiet, Krackle would struggle to stand up right and stretch out a bit as his body pops and cracks. He would then smile at the dwarf and quickly scramble up her armor and take a seat on her shoulder.
Ellywick, who is both naturally curious and very much tuned in to her surroundings in the out of doors, quickly notices the new addition to her walking party. She stops in her tracks and lets out an exclamation of surprise as she looks at Chrys.
"Well, I'll be my own Auntie Elly!! What in the name of Garl Glittergold do you have on your shoulder and where in the big green world did it come from?!"
"Hello! my name's Krackle! I'm a helper" The small robed kobold would say with a large smile. "I'm the cat.. well.. not really a cat. I was pretending to be a cat because people like cats more than kobolds." He would say looking towards the ground. "I hope you aren't mad at me."
Lumen looks back at the saddlebag and Chrys fussing with it, and poor Krackle finally emerging. He looks at the party with a meaningful look at Krackle and a point at Ellywick. If he gets any big headshakes, he will stay quiet but if not he will try to come clean. He continues walking along with Ellywick at the head of the party for the moment.
“Ellywick, the welcome we got to Melton last night made us a bit cautious about how one member of our party might be received. His name is Krackle. He’s a very kind, simple, selfless soul - much kinder than I. He has helped to keep all of us safe from some pretty scary things with some very impressive magic. His favorite thing is helping, actually. Complex strategy and high-order logic... not so much his strengths, but he makes up for it 100 times over in heart. He’s great with animals. And he’s, he’s a kobold. And I’d like you to meet him and give him a chance.
”He’s with Chrys, and you know paladins wouldn’t involve themselves with anything close to bad folk. I am sorry you haven’t heard the whole truth until now but there it is. You’re the first person in Melton to know.”
He’s ready to jump in and intercede if she loses it and protect them from each other if this goes pear-shaped.
(I think what Lumen said works together with what Krackle posted :) )
Chrys nods apologetically. "'M sorry we weren't upfront with ya inside the town, but Crabapple an' I, we kinda locked horns earlier, an' I didn't want her takin' it out on our friend Krackle here. Krackle's from Yartar, like the rest o' us," she says proudly. "Winner of a Shieldmeet competition, in fact! He's a bit o' a festival hero o'er there!"
OOC: I edited my above post because I’m not actually certain we know Krackle is a druid in character, so I just changed it to say he is good with animals. Maybe he started talking and Ellywick turns around about the time where he says he’s a kobold, and the additional bits are around Krackle’s introduction and Chrys finishes things off with her brand of flourish. Lumen and Chrys are people-persons/dwarves/half-orcs, so they would know when to interject and when to listen.
For a moment, Kess felt her heart stop as she heard Ellywick's exclamation of surprise... and when she turned to see why, Kess just about turned a lighter shade of pale.
Krackle had been discovered. Though she knew the little kobold to be far and above a peaceful exception to his race, Kessdarra had a feeling that most folk outside of Yartar would be far less welcoming and accommodating to her small friend. Kobolds, to most people, meant danger. They meant death.
Indeed, in some parts of the world, kobolds were often a prelude to the arrival of a far more dangerous creature: a dragon. Krackle's presence meant none of that, naturally, but small folk of towns and villages wouldn't be quite as understanding of that fact; if he'd been seen in Melton, Kess and her companions likely would have been in the fight of their lives, if Crabapple's disposition was anything to go by, to not be falsely hung as traitors or menaces to to the village of Melton.
Kess breathed in deeply, her hands instinctively going to near her waist towards the hilts of her scimitars... when she stopped, listening to first Krackle, then Lumen, and then finally Chrys herself speaking up and explaining. She didn't want to hurt Elly; none of them did, from what Kess could tell. But it was clear to her that her companions were all of the same mind: should any attempt be made on their kobold companion's life, they'd defend him. To the death, if need be.
"We are sorry for the deception, Ellywick. It's just... well, given what we've seen thus far, we feared for Krackle's safety if he were to walk openly within or near Melton. No offense, but Constable Crabapple doesn't exactly strike me as the type of woman to hear reason once she's drawn conclusions. I realize that she is charged with keeping people safe, but she also strikes me as somebody set firmly in her ways; once she has drawn a conclusion, there is no changing her mind. I'm sorry if our keeping that secret offends you, we just wanted our companion not to be hurt. I'm Kessdarra by the way. Kessdarra Lorrath. You can call me Kess, if it's simpler."
Ellywick stands there with her arms crossed and listens to your explanations with what appears to be key interest, occasionally raising her eyebrows, wiggling her ears and making quizzical expressions with her mouth. Throughout all of it, she remains silent and lets each of you state your piece.
When you're finished, she looks down at the ground, then up at the sky, then down at the ground again, before finally looking back up and meeting your stare with one of her own. After a brief pause that seems to extend just to the point of being awkwardly long, she opens her mouth...
...and lets loose with a high pitched, but deep, hearty bought of laughter that seems to stem from the bottom of her small belly. She clutches at her stomach with her small gnome hands as she steps forward and takes a close look at Krackle.
"Krackle the magical Shieldmeet champion helper, who hides in a bag and pretends to be a cat... and who likes animals. My my, you are certainly peculiar fellow, albeit a rather special one, form the way your friends speak of you. I've seen a few kobolds in my time and you're not like any of them. Annoying creatures they are, but you... you seem very keen to break the kobold mold." She giggles at her rhyme.
"Whatever circumstances caused you to be so different from your kin, I may never know, but different is not always a bad thing, now is it, Krackle? And no, I am not mad at you, just a little surprised, and by a little, I mean very surprised. Dragon size surprise. But who am I to judge? The rest of you seem like good folk, and if you're all willing to vouch for his deeds and his character, then that's fine by me."
"And I wouldn't worry about Crabapple, she's a cranky old pppppbbbbbt," she says, making the sound when stuck your tongue out and blow. "I don't think she's take too kindly to your little friend here, so it's probably just as well that you keep him hidden. Some of the other folks around Melton might be a little suspicious as well, so I'd use caution when we're back in town. But then again, you are going off to get rid of our goblin problem, so if anyone has a bad word for Krackle, I guess you can remind them that one helpful kobold is better than an entire band of goblins... that is if, you are able to indeed root out these buggers."
"Either way, I'm good with you, Mr. Krackle, and I'm good with the rest of you. So now that the cat is out of the bag, haha, shall we proceed? And while we walk, perhaps can I can hear all about how he became a Shieldmeet champion, and any other stories you wish to share with me as we still have a few hours ahead of us."
"I actually have a question for you, Ellywick." Vesper said, relieved that there wasn't going to be a problem. "Have you ever killed a goblin before? I'm just asking because I heard that you were a hunter, but it wasn't specified if that extended to goblins."
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"No ma'am. I hunt rabbits and small furry creatures like that. I've guided other people on deer and elk hunts before, but when it's just me, I stick to the smaller animals, mostly because I can't carry a deer by myself. Perhaps if I hunted with Krackle, he could talk to a deer and tell him to let me ride him all the way back to Melton, where I could then hunt him right there in front of Mr. Fenwick's house. Then I wouldn't have to carry him so far!"
"I've never had to meet a goblin face to face, and if I do see 'em, I usually hide, because I know that there's probably a few more of 'em nearby. And even so, I'm more of a hider than a fighter. However, I am a pretty good shot with my bow, and I'm rather nimble, so who knows?"
"Well, I'm glad that you both listen and have a good sense of humor about it all," Lumen says, visibly relaxing and sending a warm, encouraging half-smile to Krackle. He turns back to Ellywick.
"Shall we? Quietly? We can keep our eyes peeled for anything -- tracks, owlbears, dropped weapons, traps... you lead the way and we'll all proceed with open eyes and open ears. Let us know when we're getting closer." He tugs his blue-green ear absentmindedly. He is fine to go at the head of the line, although Ellywick knows where she's going, and Chrys and Kess both seem to be at home leading the pack. Thinking about it more, he'll suggest he play rearguard.
Pleased by Ellywick's easy acceptance of Krackle, Chrys relaxes visibly. Her opinion of Melton is improving by the minute, barring the constaple of course. "Thank ye for understandin'," she says to Ellywick with real gratitude.
"Well, I can keep a sharp eye out, 's true, but when it comes to bein' quiet, I ain't the one who should be in the front, less ya want 'em to hear me comin' like a horse cart full o' rattlin' pans." She hefts her shield. "You find 'em so I can smash 'em," she says with a grim grin, thinking of getting some revenge for the arrow to the side she took earlier. "In any case, we gotta see how deep they've dug in to the countryside 'fore we can do anythin'. I don't want anybody rushin' to their deaths by stompin' in unprepared," she adds firmly.
Krackles eyes would light up as the gnome seemed to want to hear more about him. Quickly, the kobold would leap off of the dwarfs shoulder and land next to Ellywick. "Well.. at the festival, I entered a contest where you had to balance lots of things! And I was able to balance them the longest! It was really hard and I won more gold than I had ever seen in my life!" The kobold would explain with a smile. "Then we went to a service the next morning. It was my first time ever! It wasn't as fun as I thought it would be.. but it was still neat. I saw everyone was putting coins on a plate they were passing around and talking about turning coppers into gold so I put all of my coins on there... So now I don't have many coins again but my friends have bought me a lot of nice things! They are all really great!" He would add, bouncing and talking as they walked. When Ellywick mentions talking to a deer and convincing it to let her ride it, the kobolds eyes go even wider. "You know what! I might be able to do that! maybe.. I mean.. Most the time I would just talk to them about their day when I was lonely but if I asked REALLY NICE.. I might be able to do that." Krackle would say as he rubs his scaly chin as the tiny gears in his head begin to spin.
Ellywick listens to Krackle's stories as they walk, and it's apparent that the gnome is a little intrigued, if not a bit overwhelmed by his excessive enthusiasm. Perhaps even a bit suspicious.
"Whoa, slow down there. You are an odd one indeed. An eager beaver with a pleaser fever. I don't know what happened to you along the way, but if all kobolds were like you, we'd have nothing to worry about. You see, my people have always held a deep... Hmmmm... how to I put this without... Let's just stay that our two races don't really consider ourselves friends, and it's always been that way."
"Some of my cousins and uncles have lost their lives fighting kobolds and a few others have scars. I've heard stories, but thankfully, I've never had any dealings with your kind, other than from a distance. Like I said, I'm a pretty good at hiding, so just like I do with goblins, when I see your kind out in the wild, I just lay low and go the other way when they pass."
"You're clearly not cut from the same cloth... in fact... perhaps you've never even seen another kobold. You clearly don't know how their supposed to act, or else you're not doing a very good job. At any rate, I'm glad that you're not like your other kin, because then things between you and I would be much different."
Ellywick continues to lead you along the game trail as it snakes through the woods and climbs up and down a series of small rises. Her pace is quick, especially for someone with such short legs, but she stops and rests at regular intervals every hour, sitting down for a few minutes to eat snacks of jerky and nuts, and offering you some of Mr. Fenwick's jerky as well. On a few occasions, the trail drops down and passes by a creek bed, and each time, she stops and takes a drink from the cool waters of the small stream.
During the walk, you spot a number of common woodland creatures and many birds, but nothing that sparks any feelings of danger.
At the mention of other kobolds, Krackle would slow down a bit.. looking to the ground. "Nope, I have never seen another kobold... it doesn't sound like they are very nice. I guess that is why so many people don't like me." He would reply before looking back to the gnome. "I did see someone I THOUGHT was like me... they were really big and tall and strong! I only saw them for a little bit as they passed through town. Everyone seemed to like them.... I thought maybe when I got older I would look like that too! Kind of like how frogs change... I thought maybe my tail would pop off and I would get big and strong like them.. but my sister told me that they were a dragonborn... and that I was already as big as I was going to get." The kobold would say with a small frown.
"Don'tcha worry," Chrys says, reaching up to give Krackle an affectionate pat on the head. "Ye may be small, but yer heart's as big as ol' Silver's ever was, an' he'd be the first ta tell ya it."
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During Lumen's conversations with Ellywick,, he has found her to be a fairly good natured gnome. She seems to find the joy and intrigue in just about anything that has to do with nature and the outdoors, and she had little to say about any of the people in Melton. She's obviously not too fond of goblins, but her general attitude towards other, unfamiliar creatures seems to reflect an air of safety instead of fear.
Chrys lags behind near the rear of the group on purpose, so she can quietly open the flap of the saddlebag. She motions for Krackle to come out, putting her finger to her lips and beckons him to climb up and sit on her shoulder. She figures if Ellywick is going to have any kind of averse reaction to the newest kobold addition to her party, she'll have to have a reaction to the paladin willingly carrying him as well.
As the saddlebag is opened, Krackle would wince in pain he quickly moves to protect his eyes from the bright light. Breathing deeply as the fresh air hits his face, his eyes would slowly focus on Chrys. Seeing instructing him to stay quiet, Krackle would struggle to stand up right and stretch out a bit as his body pops and cracks. He would then smile at the dwarf and quickly scramble up her armor and take a seat on her shoulder.
Ellywick, who is both naturally curious and very much tuned in to her surroundings in the out of doors, quickly notices the new addition to her walking party. She stops in her tracks and lets out an exclamation of surprise as she looks at Chrys.
"Well, I'll be my own Auntie Elly!! What in the name of Garl Glittergold do you have on your shoulder and where in the big green world did it come from?!"
"Hello! my name's Krackle! I'm a helper" The small robed kobold would say with a large smile. "I'm the cat.. well.. not really a cat. I was pretending to be a cat because people like cats more than kobolds." He would say looking towards the ground. "I hope you aren't mad at me."
Lumen looks back at the saddlebag and Chrys fussing with it, and poor Krackle finally emerging. He looks at the party with a meaningful look at Krackle and a point at Ellywick. If he gets any big headshakes, he will stay quiet but if not he will try to come clean. He continues walking along with Ellywick at the head of the party for the moment.
“Ellywick, the welcome we got to Melton last night made us a bit cautious about how one member of our party might be received. His name is Krackle. He’s a very kind, simple, selfless soul - much kinder than I. He has helped to keep all of us safe from some pretty scary things with some very impressive magic. His favorite thing is helping, actually. Complex strategy and high-order logic... not so much his strengths, but he makes up for it 100 times over in heart. He’s great with animals. And he’s, he’s a kobold. And I’d like you to meet him and give him a chance.
”He’s with Chrys, and you know paladins wouldn’t involve themselves with anything close to bad folk. I am sorry you haven’t heard the whole truth until now but there it is. You’re the first person in Melton to know.”
He’s ready to jump in and intercede if she loses it and protect them from each other if this goes pear-shaped.
OOC: ah crud, crossposting. Apologies. Feel free to ignore.
(I think what Lumen said works together with what Krackle posted :) )
Chrys nods apologetically. "'M sorry we weren't upfront with ya inside the town, but Crabapple an' I, we kinda locked horns earlier, an' I didn't want her takin' it out on our friend Krackle here. Krackle's from Yartar, like the rest o' us," she says proudly. "Winner of a Shieldmeet competition, in fact! He's a bit o' a festival hero o'er there!"
OOC: I edited my above post because I’m not actually certain we know Krackle is a druid in character, so I just changed it to say he is good with animals. Maybe he started talking and Ellywick turns around about the time where he says he’s a kobold, and the additional bits are around Krackle’s introduction and Chrys finishes things off with her brand of flourish. Lumen and Chrys are people-persons/dwarves/half-orcs, so they would know when to interject and when to listen.
For a moment, Kess felt her heart stop as she heard Ellywick's exclamation of surprise... and when she turned to see why, Kess just about turned a lighter shade of pale.
Krackle had been discovered. Though she knew the little kobold to be far and above a peaceful exception to his race, Kessdarra had a feeling that most folk outside of Yartar would be far less welcoming and accommodating to her small friend. Kobolds, to most people, meant danger. They meant death.
Indeed, in some parts of the world, kobolds were often a prelude to the arrival of a far more dangerous creature: a dragon. Krackle's presence meant none of that, naturally, but small folk of towns and villages wouldn't be quite as understanding of that fact; if he'd been seen in Melton, Kess and her companions likely would have been in the fight of their lives, if Crabapple's disposition was anything to go by, to not be falsely hung as traitors or menaces to to the village of Melton.
Kess breathed in deeply, her hands instinctively going to near her waist towards the hilts of her scimitars... when she stopped, listening to first Krackle, then Lumen, and then finally Chrys herself speaking up and explaining. She didn't want to hurt Elly; none of them did, from what Kess could tell. But it was clear to her that her companions were all of the same mind: should any attempt be made on their kobold companion's life, they'd defend him. To the death, if need be.
"We are sorry for the deception, Ellywick. It's just... well, given what we've seen thus far, we feared for Krackle's safety if he were to walk openly within or near Melton. No offense, but Constable Crabapple doesn't exactly strike me as the type of woman to hear reason once she's drawn conclusions. I realize that she is charged with keeping people safe, but she also strikes me as somebody set firmly in her ways; once she has drawn a conclusion, there is no changing her mind. I'm sorry if our keeping that secret offends you, we just wanted our companion not to be hurt. I'm Kessdarra by the way. Kessdarra Lorrath. You can call me Kess, if it's simpler."
Ellywick stands there with her arms crossed and listens to your explanations with what appears to be key interest, occasionally raising her eyebrows, wiggling her ears and making quizzical expressions with her mouth. Throughout all of it, she remains silent and lets each of you state your piece.
When you're finished, she looks down at the ground, then up at the sky, then down at the ground again, before finally looking back up and meeting your stare with one of her own. After a brief pause that seems to extend just to the point of being awkwardly long, she opens her mouth...
...and lets loose with a high pitched, but deep, hearty bought of laughter that seems to stem from the bottom of her small belly. She clutches at her stomach with her small gnome hands as she steps forward and takes a close look at Krackle.
"Krackle the magical Shieldmeet champion helper, who hides in a bag and pretends to be a cat... and who likes animals. My my, you are certainly peculiar fellow, albeit a rather special one, form the way your friends speak of you. I've seen a few kobolds in my time and you're not like any of them. Annoying creatures they are, but you... you seem very keen to break the kobold mold." She giggles at her rhyme.
"Whatever circumstances caused you to be so different from your kin, I may never know, but different is not always a bad thing, now is it, Krackle? And no, I am not mad at you, just a little surprised, and by a little, I mean very surprised. Dragon size surprise. But who am I to judge? The rest of you seem like good folk, and if you're all willing to vouch for his deeds and his character, then that's fine by me."
"And I wouldn't worry about Crabapple, she's a cranky old pppppbbbbbt," she says, making the sound when stuck your tongue out and blow. "I don't think she's take too kindly to your little friend here, so it's probably just as well that you keep him hidden. Some of the other folks around Melton might be a little suspicious as well, so I'd use caution when we're back in town. But then again, you are going off to get rid of our goblin problem, so if anyone has a bad word for Krackle, I guess you can remind them that one helpful kobold is better than an entire band of goblins... that is if, you are able to indeed root out these buggers."
"Either way, I'm good with you, Mr. Krackle, and I'm good with the rest of you. So now that the cat is out of the bag, haha, shall we proceed? And while we walk, perhaps can I can hear all about how he became a Shieldmeet champion, and any other stories you wish to share with me as we still have a few hours ahead of us."
"I actually have a question for you, Ellywick." Vesper said, relieved that there wasn't going to be a problem. "Have you ever killed a goblin before? I'm just asking because I heard that you were a hunter, but it wasn't specified if that extended to goblins."
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"No ma'am. I hunt rabbits and small furry creatures like that. I've guided other people on deer and elk hunts before, but when it's just me, I stick to the smaller animals, mostly because I can't carry a deer by myself. Perhaps if I hunted with Krackle, he could talk to a deer and tell him to let me ride him all the way back to Melton, where I could then hunt him right there in front of Mr. Fenwick's house. Then I wouldn't have to carry him so far!"
"I've never had to meet a goblin face to face, and if I do see 'em, I usually hide, because I know that there's probably a few more of 'em nearby. And even so, I'm more of a hider than a fighter. However, I am a pretty good shot with my bow, and I'm rather nimble, so who knows?"
"Maybe. It would sure make a good change for them to be the ones getting shot by someone they can't see."
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"Well, I'm glad that you both listen and have a good sense of humor about it all," Lumen says, visibly relaxing and sending a warm, encouraging half-smile to Krackle. He turns back to Ellywick.
"Shall we? Quietly? We can keep our eyes peeled for anything -- tracks, owlbears, dropped weapons, traps... you lead the way and we'll all proceed with open eyes and open ears. Let us know when we're getting closer." He tugs his blue-green ear absentmindedly. He is fine to go at the head of the line, although Ellywick knows where she's going, and Chrys and Kess both seem to be at home leading the pack. Thinking about it more, he'll suggest he play rearguard.
Pleased by Ellywick's easy acceptance of Krackle, Chrys relaxes visibly. Her opinion of Melton is improving by the minute, barring the constaple of course. "Thank ye for understandin'," she says to Ellywick with real gratitude.
"Well, I can keep a sharp eye out, 's true, but when it comes to bein' quiet, I ain't the one who should be in the front, less ya want 'em to hear me comin' like a horse cart full o' rattlin' pans." She hefts her shield. "You find 'em so I can smash 'em," she says with a grim grin, thinking of getting some revenge for the arrow to the side she took earlier. "In any case, we gotta see how deep they've dug in to the countryside 'fore we can do anythin'. I don't want anybody rushin' to their deaths by stompin' in unprepared," she adds firmly.
Krackles eyes would light up as the gnome seemed to want to hear more about him. Quickly, the kobold would leap off of the dwarfs shoulder and land next to Ellywick. "Well.. at the festival, I entered a contest where you had to balance lots of things! And I was able to balance them the longest! It was really hard and I won more gold than I had ever seen in my life!" The kobold would explain with a smile. "Then we went to a service the next morning. It was my first time ever! It wasn't as fun as I thought it would be.. but it was still neat. I saw everyone was putting coins on a plate they were passing around and talking about turning coppers into gold so I put all of my coins on there... So now I don't have many coins again but my friends have bought me a lot of nice things! They are all really great!" He would add, bouncing and talking as they walked. When Ellywick mentions talking to a deer and convincing it to let her ride it, the kobolds eyes go even wider. "You know what! I might be able to do that! maybe.. I mean.. Most the time I would just talk to them about their day when I was lonely but if I asked REALLY NICE.. I might be able to do that." Krackle would say as he rubs his scaly chin as the tiny gears in his head begin to spin.
Ellywick listens to Krackle's stories as they walk, and it's apparent that the gnome is a little intrigued, if not a bit overwhelmed by his excessive enthusiasm. Perhaps even a bit suspicious.
"Whoa, slow down there. You are an odd one indeed. An eager beaver with a pleaser fever. I don't know what happened to you along the way, but if all kobolds were like you, we'd have nothing to worry about. You see, my people have always held a deep... Hmmmm... how to I put this without... Let's just stay that our two races don't really consider ourselves friends, and it's always been that way."
"Some of my cousins and uncles have lost their lives fighting kobolds and a few others have scars. I've heard stories, but thankfully, I've never had any dealings with your kind, other than from a distance. Like I said, I'm a pretty good at hiding, so just like I do with goblins, when I see your kind out in the wild, I just lay low and go the other way when they pass."
"You're clearly not cut from the same cloth... in fact... perhaps you've never even seen another kobold. You clearly don't know how their supposed to act, or else you're not doing a very good job. At any rate, I'm glad that you're not like your other kin, because then things between you and I would be much different."
Ellywick continues to lead you along the game trail as it snakes through the woods and climbs up and down a series of small rises. Her pace is quick, especially for someone with such short legs, but she stops and rests at regular intervals every hour, sitting down for a few minutes to eat snacks of jerky and nuts, and offering you some of Mr. Fenwick's jerky as well. On a few occasions, the trail drops down and passes by a creek bed, and each time, she stops and takes a drink from the cool waters of the small stream.
During the walk, you spot a number of common woodland creatures and many birds, but nothing that sparks any feelings of danger.
At the mention of other kobolds, Krackle would slow down a bit.. looking to the ground. "Nope, I have never seen another kobold... it doesn't sound like they are very nice. I guess that is why so many people don't like me." He would reply before looking back to the gnome. "I did see someone I THOUGHT was like me... they were really big and tall and strong! I only saw them for a little bit as they passed through town. Everyone seemed to like them.... I thought maybe when I got older I would look like that too! Kind of like how frogs change... I thought maybe my tail would pop off and I would get big and strong like them.. but my sister told me that they were a dragonborn... and that I was already as big as I was going to get." The kobold would say with a small frown.
"Don'tcha worry," Chrys says, reaching up to give Krackle an affectionate pat on the head. "Ye may be small, but yer heart's as big as ol' Silver's ever was, an' he'd be the first ta tell ya it."